Such a Good Boy

He taught himself, you know.

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It's My Birthday

I'm this many years old... ::fists, flex, fists, flex, fists, flex, fists, flex, single fist, and two fingers:: No wonder adults don't tell their age that way, I think I've given myself carple tunnel...

Not much to report, got up just before noon, played on the computer, called Theanna, went over to Laurie's to chat for a few minutes, Theanna picked me up and we hung out at her house, had dinner, then she brought me home. The energy was off at her place because her dog, Emma, my favorite girl, died last month and it was the first time I've been there since it happened. I have half a sore throat (right side) and Jossi is asleep on my chest; all and all, it's been a pretty good day.